[ WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. ]
"No. But if you do, you know this won't end with just a peck, right?"
Luca carefully held her breath, staring into those pairs of silvers. Was Adam trying to be thoughtful? Asking for her consent? A shallow breath slipped past her lips, having these conflicting feelings in her cluttered heart.
"Didn't you say you want to make up?" she returned under her breath.
Adam slowly drew his face away to get a better look at her face, more like to see the determination in her eyes. She looked at him straight in the eyes, unfaltering.
"We're good, right?" he asked, raising a hand, his fingertips caressing the side of her neck to the back of her head.
"Depends." Her toes curled at the ticklish sensation of his fingertips in between her nape and her hairline.
"On?"
"On how good this will be," she whispered, pressing a finger into his chest. "Be careful, though. I'm… inexperience."